Chapter 43CANDI

Chapter 43

CANDI

Can a woman ever get tired of being called perfect? Doubtful. At least not this woman.

Angelo doesn't see me as a stripper first, woman second. He sees me as his beloved first, last and always.

I stand up and slip my fingers under the waistband on both sides of my G-string. "Perfect for you, like you're perfect for me and that's all that matters."

His heated gaze zeroes in on the juncture of my thighs and stays there as I slide my G-string down my hips. Kicking it away, I do a little shimmy and his eyes snap to my boobs.

See? Fixated.

I draw out taking off my wings before unhooking the halter clasp of the bralette at the back of my neck. Smiling, I slowly pull the shimmery white fabric from my body until my heavy breasts bounce free.

The music doesn't mask Angelo's sharply indrawn breath.

Massaging my breasts, I tease my beloved. "Do you want to touch them?"

"Yes."

I climb over his lap so my slit is right above his delicious erection. "Candi says…" I drop down a little and rub over the bulbous tip, my core contracting involuntarily. "Candi says…" I breathe against his lips. "Make love to me, my beloved Death."

He reaches between us and positions himself at my entrance. Then he surges up at the same time I let my hips drop down. His thick shaft spears me, stretching my tender flesh and filling me.

Connecting us.

Rocking my hips, shards of pleasure pierce my tender flesh.

Angelo circles me with his arms, his hands pressing against my shoulder blades. "Lean back."

I do and it changes the angle so his hard-as-iron penis presses against that spot inside me that makes me see stars.

Then his mouth is on my nipple. Biting and sucking, he amps my arousal higher and higher.

But then he pulls off my nipple with a pop. "Touch yourself, mia amate . Give me your pleasure."

I slide my hand between my legs, scissoring my fingers on either side of my clitoris the way I like to start. But I can only do that for a few seconds before I'm circling the pleasure nub and rocking my hips as fast as I can.

My climax slams into me without warning and I cry out my pleasure as Angelo surges upward with a harsh shout and fills me with his heat.

"I love you!" I sob, the pleasure consuming. "Death. Angelo. My beloved."

He pulls me in so my breasts pillow against his chest and kisses me, the connection of our lips soft in contrast to the harsh ecstasy still rocketing through my body.

" Sei il grande amore della mia vita . You are the love of my life. Il mio tutto . My everything. La mia anima gemella . My soulmate." He intersperses English with Italian, making sure I get his every word.

"Say you'll stalk me forever in Italian," I demand, wanting the mafioso deep inside him to make the vow too. "Promise me."

" Ti perseguiterò per sempre. Prometto ." He kisses me fiercely, all gentleness gone and then says, "Even if I die, I will haunt you like the wraith I am. Ti amo ."

" Ti amo ," I say back, reveling in the intensity of his promise. "Forever."